Evening's fluttered her lashes over our world. But the moon peeks through my naked window, like a pupil resisting slumber. "It's okay," I whisper, "I'll manage this little while alone. Rest your eyes and wait only a lifetime. I'll be there to open them."
The italicized writing in this book represents the boy's letters he writes to her. The poems are the thoughts she sends him from above, shaped by the rain, the snow, the sunshine, and everything else between her and him.
well, I hope you enjoy
'cause life deserves a laugh
sometimes